He was still sedated but they had removed the breathing tube, they were going to cast his leg tomorrow and possibly start weaning him off the sedation medication this weekend. Life was hectic between trying to have someone watching over Drake, the kids, and the drama the band was going through over canceling the last of their tour. I had a lot of time on my hands lately, with sitting here watching Drake sleep, and in that time I did a lot of thinking about what I could have lost, and still might. The doctors were optimistic but he wasn’t out of the woods yet. There was so much damage and with the unknown time before the EMTs got there they just weren’t sure. So, I sat here watching him sleep and reassessing my life. I knew I loved him, the thought of losing him made me realize that, but to what extent—I was still trying to figure out. Was I willing to give up the life I knew? That thought scared me, on the other side the idea of a life without him scared me more. “My mom made poor choices, she wanted to find a man to take care of her, and so she wouldn’t have to along with me.”
